I go into this same Starbucks almost everyday on my way to work. I swear to God; every time I go in there John Lennon's song Beautiful Boy is playing. And every time, I get choked up. I shed tiny tears thinking about my own beautiful boy (and my girl too) waltzing off to school while I drive 21 miles down the LA freeways to my job. I have a brief moment of remembering them--their faces flashing across my mind as I hurry to get my espresso and be on my way. And I, like many mothers who work outside the home, swallow any guilt that might come up, reassuring myself that they are fine, I am fine, and we'll be together soon.
But more than that, I think about Sean Lennon. He was 5 when he lost his father. John Lennon said when promoting the album Double Fantasy that he loved being a "house husband." He loved being with his child. And to have it all taken away after only 5 years is heartbreaking. As I listen to the song, I can feel his hopes for his son--the boy's life playing like a film in his imagination.
"I can hardly wait,
To see you to come of age,
But I guess we'll both,
Just have to be patient,
Yes it's a long way to go....."
He never got that chance. But I do.
This morning as I was leaving the house for work, I was running really late. I threw all my stuff in the car and yelled back at the house, "BYE..." Then I went back inside. I hugged and kissed my kids. I told DG I loved him. My family is the apex of my happiness, and I don't want to miss a moment of letting them know it.